Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

Hope

03 April 2014

 

 

Hope begs,

unaccustomed to No,

refuses to accept

Because I Said So …

 

against my better judgment,

despite my resolve,

exasperated, I give in,

more often than I should.

 

And Hope gets spoiled,

believing she is entitled,

that she will always

get what she wants.

 

I hope Hope grows up,

meets Reality, and they live

happily ever after,

but …

 

 

 

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jungle

03 April 2014

 

 

densely

lush, overgrown,

and mostly unexplored,

like the deepest, darkest jungle –

my mind.

 

beauty,

mixed with terror,

strangely symbiotic,

in ways I’ll never understand

fully.

 

treasures

waiting to be

found or rediscovered;

if I’m lost, I’ll leave my words to

follow.

 

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incantations

03 April 2014

 

 

I will learn,

truly find my own power,

planted long ago,

in the soil

of a future sanctuary.

 

nurtured by

the perils of trial and error,

my teeth cracked,

chewing on the mystery

and the magic of language –

incantations of a sorcerer.

 

 

(inspiration from 1sojourner)

 

 

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well

02 April 2014

 

 

I could have been

your wishing well,

endlessly deep,

yet clear, sweet.

You could have

closed your eyes,

and given me

all your unspoken wishes,

dreams, and soul.

Oh well …

 

 

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you’re hurting

02 April 2014

 

 

You’re hurting,

doesn’t need to be announced,

or explained, it’s irrelevant,

who or what,

and why.

 

you’re hurting,

I don’t need to argue or blame,

defend myself,

or attack you,

or even try to fix it.

 

all that matters,

right now,

in this moment,

is you’re hurting

and I am here for you.

 

 

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maybe that’s why

02 April 2014

 

 

sometimes you see in me

what I myself do not believe

but I too see in you

what you yourself still doubt is true

to see the best inside

maybe that’s why there’s you and I

 

 

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of falling

02 April 2014

 

 

when I fell for you,

I never fell far enough,

to not feel the pain.

Maybe I’m afraid of heights,

or just the pain of falling.

 

 

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portrait of a pouting shopper

02 April 2014

 

 

shopping’s

been reduced

to essentials,

just getting what I need –

boring.

 

 

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